Night time shrouded us as best it could. Voices became louder as people drew closer, but it didn’t stop us, my bare back to anyone who came close enough to see, and I was too lost in what he was doing to me to care.
My small hand gripped his cock, not quite able to wrap my fingers around it the whole way.
Tommy’s fingers stilled, spreading out to loosen me. Prepare me.
“I’ve no condom.” His thumb pressed against my clit.
“I don’t care. I’m on the Pill.”
He withdrew his fingers roughly, bringing me higher onto his lap as if I was nothing more than a doll. My hand still held his cock, guiding it into to my entrance as he put me down, my legs bracing to control how much of him entered me, giving myself a chance to absorb the stretch and the burn.
It should’ve hurt more, but I was soaking, and my whole body was consumed by only needing one thing.
But the pain was a bite, one that ripped my breath from my lungs, a heady combination of needs almost met and that glorious fullness, but that came with a price of a nip of hurt.
Good hurt.
The type I’d remember for nights, and weeks, and maybe months to come.
Tommy stilled, and I could feel him bracing under my touch, giving me that moment to adjust, that consideration which told me he wasn’t just the bad boy he let me think.
My breath was heavy, my tits heaving, his eyes tracing from my face to them, his hands on my hips.
I didn’t have the words to tell him to move, they’d been eradicated into need and motion. I had to take, to feel the friction of him moving inside me.
I shifted my hips, my movements slight, quick. His groan was needy, the sound of it whipping my core even more. The mewl I made was wanton, my fingers pressing deeper into his neck, and I let go of any hold I had on control and passed it to Tommy.
“You’re so fucking tight. I could stay in this pussy all night.”
I didn’t know how he could get the words out, how he could even think them. His hips began to thrust, moving his cock slowly in and out of me, moving me like a doll on top of him.
It was delicious and dirty, feeling like his fuck toy as he used my body for his pleasure, going deeper and deeper each time, the speed increasing, just like his words became staccato sounds that told me every decadent thing he wanted to do to me.
My head tipped back, the swelling of an orgasm starting to build, my pussy walls tightening. I heard him curse, the grip of his hands becoming heavier. My hold on his was useless, only providing that other connection.
I leaned my face closer to his, managing to find his mouth with mine. Our kiss was sloppy, messy, another joining.
When I exploded, it was into a thousand pieces, each a full fragment of what I’d just become. Night time didn’t exist anymore, the tsunami that ran through my body had decimated everything.
Tommy held me still as he pushed hard inside me one last time, his cum filling me, the sensation of the warmth making me feel as if a second wave of my orgasm was being triggered. My head fell into the crook of his neck, breasts pressed against his chest, our breathing heavy, as if we’d just sprinted the end of a marathon.
The grip on my hips lessened, his touch shifting to my back, the sensation tender, soft. A direct contrast to what had just happened.
Neither of us spoke. My head didn’t move; I wanted to stay hidden here, to not see him, in case I saw regret.
Gulls keened above us, the music quietened further into a chilled Ibiza beat that would see us through to dawn. Voices murmured in the background, some closer than others, and there was laughter. All sounds that anchored me back in reality.
“I’ve mussed you dress.”
“Mussed?” I felt myself giggle, the muscles that had become tense at the realisation of what we’d just done relaxed.
“Mussed. Messed. Same thing.” One of his hands headed down, cupping my bottom. “We should move. I don’t care about anyone finding me like this, but I’d rather they didn’t see you.”
“I won’t be the only half-naked, freshly fucked woman here right now.”
“That’s not my point.”
I pulled my head back, looking at Tommy. Even through the shadows I could see something in him had changed. A guard had gone up, making him even more impossible to read, yet I could see something in his eyes that had been there before, when he talked about watching me with Monty.
